The end of January brought a new kidney for my step-mom of 23 years. I was emotional for a couple of weeks following that news, knowing how much her life was going to improve. I was filled with gratitude for a loving Heavenly Father that allows healing and forgiveness to work in our lives.
A few weeks ago I started following journal updates for a mom of a family in our neighborhood. I had met her once briefly this past summer. She entered the hospital on December 20th and had struggle after struggle while fighting non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma. She passed away this morning and my heart is heavy for her family. It's amazing how one person can impact so many and how much love and support is poured out.
It made me think of how much I love my kids. How much I love Bon. My family. How I would miss them if they were gone. I'm grateful for the Plan of Salvation, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't grieve. I need to make each day count. Make it something better.
I thought of this song by Bruno Mars. He's lamenting about losing his girl, but I twisted it into motherhood/being a wife. Cause I can. ;)